as one door shuts . . .

one day at a time . . .

attempting at another first day

the recurring theme,
how does one cope . . .

at the round-about,
turn right?

momentos from 3 months ago,

or 7 years ago

momentos of travels

a probable change of heart . . . . again

a tunnel vision of the end of summer

flights booked,

off to more exploration, again

an entry point,

to an impassable interior

zooming in,
to a two dimensional world

contemplating the next expedition . . .

blurry Monday . . .

it was crystal clear

amongst ruins . . . continents away
but not far from within

no swimming here . . . I don't swim

don't go outside . . .

take me back to the skies . . . .

what's beyond those stairs . . .

there are no fireworks around here . . .